Not A Fan (Harry Styles)

2. A Decision Is Made

I have stood in the same position, staring at the same papers, for the past 5 minutes. That was until Maria walked into the room.

"So why were you being so rude about the music? I know you don't like One Direction but c'mon. I have to have some sort of happiness throughout the day," she complained.

I didn't answer, since I was still in shock from the previous events. Maria walked over towards me and waved her hand in front of my face, "Hello?"

I blinked a couple of times, then whispered "I just met Harry Styles," to myself.

Apparently Maria heard me because she laughed and said, "Yeah, and I just won the lottery."

I looked up at her and said, "I just met Harry Styles Maria. No joke," I pushed the pieces of paper towards her on the desk. She read them and screamed loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to turn around in their chairs and look at her. "Would you be quiet?! People are going to think that I'm trying to murder you," I whispered as I cupped my hand over her mouth.

"I'm sorry, but that..." she points at the papers, "...is a beautiful piece of artwork, right there! You should frame it. I mean, he called me a supportive fan for crying out loud! He thanked me!" I rolled my eyes at her dramatic reaction. "I feel like I'm going to pass out. Is it getting hot in here?" she began to kneel on the ground.

"Okay, I cannot have you blacking out on the job," I helped her back up into a standing position. "Why don't I just do us both a favor and throw the papers away?" I slid them towards the trashcan, located under the desk.

"No! You can't do that!" Maria grabs them from me.

"Why not? It will solve our troubles. If there's no evidence he was here, then it never happened," I reached for the papers again.

"But one of the notes is dedicated to me. His "supportive fan"," Maria held the notes away from me.

"Fine, then you can frame that one all you want, but I'm tossing mine," I tried to take back my note, but Maria was holding it up above her head, so I couldn't reach it.

"You're just afraid to message him on Twitter, like he asked."

"Am not."

"Are too."

I turned around and headed towards the supply closet, opposite the kitchen door. Maria smirked in triumph. She walked over to me and leaned on the hostess' desk. "What are you so afraid of? If it was me, I would've done it like 10 minutes ago. Even while he was still standing in front of me."

I grabbed a cleaner and wash cloth from the closet and started wiping my desk off. "What do I really know about the guy? Huh?"

"The real question is what do you not know about the guy? He has a movie about his life, the paparazzi follow him everywhere, oh and there's plenty of "Harry Styles Updates" accounts on Twitter."

I laughed, "You do realize that 75% of that is all lies, right?"

Maria made a shocked expression, "I happen to follow every one of those update accounts."

"Yep, and I believe it too," I continued cleaning, "I doubt he will even remember who I am. He meets so many girls throughout the day. He's probably leaving soon anyway."

A ding! goes off in the kitchen. Maria quickly grabs her purse from under the counter and stuffs her note in it. "More of a reason you should message him tonight then." The ding! sounded again. "I'm coming Ben! Don't get your boxers in a twist!" she shouted then moved back into the kitchen. I laughed and looked down at the piece of paper again. Then another customer walked up to the desk to pay, and I quickly shoved Harry's note under a stack of envelopes. This time I used my real smile.